As mentioned in the previous section, my writing path originated from the lightning rod-like compliments above the teacher's head.

The teacher I am talking about here refers to my high school Chinese teacher Peng Lika, who is definitely the teacher who has had the greatest influence on me in literature.

It can be said that if she hadn't been teaching Chinese in the liberal arts class I had just assigned for the first time, I would probably not have been able to take this path, and the difference between her and Ms. Wu Guifang is that Ms. Wu really praised me, and at the same time, I can skip a grade in the first grade of primary school, and I deserve her praise.

However, there is no if.

I wrote on May 1, 2018 in "Tracing Up, Mo Ruo Tracing from It" that I wrote about this paragraph.

It was more than 30 years ago, I was in my second year of high school, with the Chinese teacher's super high appreciation of my two small poems (now I can only use miserable four words to describe the reincarnation of the reincarnation, so that I have no shame to write them, and when I see Teacher Peng in the future, I must give her two lightning rods to avoid her being remembered by Lei Gong for saying that my literary talent is too high - add a WeChat smile here), I thought that the 18-year-old who thought that the super version of the reincarnation of the poet was founded the "Willow Bank" Literary Society, With a young pen to record our dead youth in those moments that can still pluck their heartstrings to this day, although many of them are in love with the floor, for the new words to say sorrow, but they are still rooted in the depths of our hearts and destined to live forever!

The article is written for yourself, because only you know that under the lonely street lamp back then, you "accompanied by a lonely lamp and lonely shadow, and your feet caressed the dead leaves and the sound is cold", only you know that when you wake up at night, "the dream marks of the trail in the past and present are light, and last night, I saw the sound of magpies", and no one walked with you in the dream......

In this way, after being appreciated in my second year of high school, I began to study poetry.

are all reincarnated as "poets", can they not know poetry?

At that time, there were still very few books.

In fact, when I wrote that I wanted to study in each chapter, I said that there were very few books on that aspect that I wanted to study at that time, but I found that every time I listed it, there were a lot of them, and it seemed that I subconsciously said according to the current number of books.

I have bought some related books such as "Poetry Collection", "Selected Poems of Li Shangyin", "Selected Poems of Dream of Red Mansions" and so on.

But these books are not systematic.

At that time, I didn't know Mr. Wang Li's "Poetry Rhythm".

Madame always said that I would always do everything I could to do what I liked, and the subtext was that I didn't do anything I didn't like.

Everyone should be like that! Who wants to do something they don't like to do?

At that time, I didn't have much to do but excerpt.

It seems that many people my age have had excerpts. Prepare a diary, and copy down some good sentences so that you can use them in future writing, so that the tall words and sentences will make your essay gorgeous and appear to be very literary at the same time.

I don't know what others think when they copy it, but that's what I think anyway.

In terms of poetry writing, my progress stems from my three journals related to poetry.

It was later increased to four.

The first book was used to copy poems.

I neatly copied the poems that I usually got from various sources and thought they were good in this diary, and often took them out and memorized them.

I checked it carefully just now, and the whole diary was copied from beginning to end, and a total of 165 poems were copied, including "Tongguan Officials", "Xin'an Officials", "Stone Trench Officials" and "Newlyweds", "Farewell to the Elderly", "Homeless Farewell", but until now only one of them has been memorized, and there are also beautiful long poems like "Funeral Flower Yin" and "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", of course, the most are such as "Red Beans Born in the South", "Spring Silent Pity Trickle" and other seven-word and five-word quatrain poems and "should be green, fat, red and thin" and "just like a river flowing eastward" The lyrics and songs of many small orders such as "Broken Intestine Man at the End of the World" seem to have really worked hard back then.

When you're young, you really should carry more things.

At least the long poems "Funeral Flower Yin" and "Spring River Flower Moon Night" that I wrote down back then, etc., I can still write them down silently.

Sometimes I take a blank piece of paper and write it down like practicing calligraphy, and I can also put it on it, and it is full of literary style.

And now a six-sentence "Huanxi Sha" memorized for a whole week, memorized today and forgotten tomorrow, and remembered the day after tomorrow, who would have thought that people who could memorize these six sentences after reading Cai Yongxiang's texts could be so troublesome, so far, it is a pity that I memorized too little back then, and it was really as the poem said, "At that time, it was only ordinary"!

I don't know how many similar things were common back then, and there must be hundreds of thousands of words that are not enough to express clearly.

My second journal was tiny, it was a small diary, so small that it almost fit in the palm of my hand.

This diary is a record of poetic rhythms.

At that time, I had never found a book on poetry and rhythm, so I had no choice but to use stupid methods. I began to copy poems one word card at a time, trying to find out multiple poems on the same word board, and then marking them one word at a time for comparison.

Take a look at which word is flat, which word is 仄, and which word is can be flat or 仄.

Then look at which sentences need to be matched, mark them again, and whenever you feel that they are about the same, write them down in a small diary. After memorizing, take a closer look at which sentence needs to rhyme, and use a colored pen to trace the word.

Quatrains and rhythmic poems are better, after all, the verses in the Chinese textbook are basically enough, but the word card is really not easy, because each word card needs a lot of comparison. In the end, I didn't have many in my little diary.

At that time, the words in these diaries were written with pure blue pen water, I have always liked this blue purer color, this like is from the junior high school chemistry test copper sulfate dissolved in water experiment, when I saw this color I have a feeling of electricity in literature, and I feel that this is the color that exists for me. Years later, it hasn't changed. For example, I have always liked jeans of this color, but unfortunately my wife does not allow me to buy them now, saying that it is not appropriate for me to wear this color at my age, but I found out some time ago that she bought one by herself and was only allowed to set it on fire.

I didn't have any concept of archives when I first wrote with a pen, but now it makes sense that archival preservation needs to be done in blue-black or black ink. This pure blue handwriting has become lighter after only more than 30 years, and it is initially expected that in another 30 years, some of the handwriting will definitely fade completely and be difficult to read.

I sighed again that it was not easy to learn something in those days! It's like there's everything on the Internet now.

This book is not only written down in the rhythm, but also some basic knowledge of learning to write poetry at the beginning of the year, and I don't know where to copy it.

What's even more amazing is that there was also a summer vacation plan that year.

Now it seems that this plan has absolutely not been implemented, and it is impossible to carry it out.

It's so unreliable.

If it can really be done, it is estimated that there will be no problem with Peking University! That's absolutely certain.

It's a pity that there is still no "if"!

There is also a famous quote recorded in the small book:

In art, there is only one thing that is valuable, and that is that it cannot be explained in words.

- George. Block

When I saw this sentence, I hadn't read Lu Yao's statement in his book "Morning Begins at Noon" that a writer's greatest talent should be able to deduce huge content that makes people's hearts tremble in daily life.

Judging from the famous quote I recorded, when I learned to write poetry, I should have gradually realized and abandoned the gorgeous technique of stacking adjectives when I wrote model essays when I was a child, and tried to write something deep with simple words.

I've been sticking to this now, and I've even put it in a very important position, even if it's not necessarily very good.

After so many years of perseverance, I have also found that this is absolutely right.

The story that Bai Juyi read to the old woman after writing the poem is not outdated now. Writing is about being easy to understand, and if no one understands what you're writing, it should never be considered a good article. We should all learn from our instructors.

For a long period of time, I would take out this small diary every time I wanted to write poems, and until the day before yesterday, I took it out to look up the word card of "Huanxi Sha" and wrote the homework of the poetry group.

It should have been always in my pocket back then, and after repeated reading, the paper inside was close to the edge of the loose page.

This is not to read more than 10,000 books, but to read through 10,000 books.

The third diary is dedicated to the poems I wrote.

On the first page of the diary, I was able to write the words "self-appreciation" with a relatively modest title, and gave myself my first pen name, Xianyun.

One can easily tell the character of this man from the name he gave him.

So since high school, what I have subconsciously pursued is a light and breezy life.

Until now, this original intention has not changed.

In the most arrogant years, I subconsciously gave myself this pen name, and soon after using it, it was changed to Tong Feng, and the red maple leaves imply the autumn of harvest.

Still in use today.

Yes, aren't all our efforts for the autumn harvest!

Probably thinking that the four words on the first page did not deserve my frivolity, I immediately wrote four more sentences on the second page:

My Mission:

Go above and beyond

Defeat your opponents

Erudite

Forever happy

I hadn't gotten into the habit of signing these words and writing them down at the same time, but I'm sure they were written in 1986, when I wasn't 18 years old.

I have been adhering to this purpose for 36 years, until now!

When I read it again ten years ago, I wrote the words "I remember how young I was at that time" on top of these four sentences, and I can't remember what mood I felt at that time, because I was young and naïve? Or do you dare to speak out because you are young and passionate? Or am I really talented because I can say such philosophical things at a young age? I don't know.

I remembered many diaries in literary works, such as "I will never forget today's events". It seems that I will write all the thoughts in the future!

Madame once read my diary of writing poems, and said with emotion that I must have been a beautiful and talented woman in my last life, or I couldn't print so many flowers on my notebook, so I can understand how she saw the beauty of her previous life?

Always off topic!

The beginning of this diary records the two small poems that were praised by Mr. Peng's lightning rod on his head.

There are also comments she wrote and two poems that she recommended to me.

At that time, I didn't realize her good intentions, and I thought that my poems had caught up with those two.

For the sake of my honor, the original poem is omitted here......

In the preface to the second chapter, I quoted about a folding fan when I was in high school: I remember that at that time, an ancient scholar held a folding fan in his hand, and wrote his own poem "Seven Uniques - Tian Yubao Fan", which is now miserable to review, and it was extremely narcissistic.

Two days ago, when I was looking for my elementary school model text, I actually found the original manuscript of this poem, and I don't know why I kept such a piece of paper for 36 years.

Okay, let's send it, 36 years ago, I guess it would be good if I could write Tibetan poems.

The final draft that was written down in my poetry book was:

Seven uniques

Xianyun

The birds of the field are singing quietly,

The rain hides the clouds and the sun is not high.

Treasures are all that love this,

Fan shakes the wind and is happy.

June 23, 1986

I don't know if that fan is still there.

There is a high probability that there will be.

Now look at the poems written in it, although they are not as good as they are now, but there were many interesting themes at that time.

Like this one.

At that time, my tablemate and the left front table were at a design institute of the research institute, and the two of them quarreled over which unit was better, so I watched it on the side for a long time and wrote a poem, the title of which pointed directly to the theme.

Seven Uniques, Guan Ding Ye, and Lin Wei quarreled

Xianyun

quarrel for a long time,

Study design dilemmas.

Lots of fun,

After that, they looked at each other and laughed.

June 2, 1986

There are also snowball fights between classes.

Youthful Adventure in the Snow

Laughter and joy in the snow period

I complained that the class was late

Busy will fall snow

I saw someone calling

Who can know each other

Twenty minutes pass in a flash

It's like a child

Full of gray hair

There is no time to worry

I'm afraid I'm going to be late

2 November 1988

There are also a lot of inscriptions on the New Year's cards given by friends.

Seven Uniques, Sue ~ New Year's card given by Guoli

Xianyun

The sound of the flute is like telling the heart,

The green trees and springs have been shaded.

The sorrow of the fish is not broken,

I don't know who the jade girl treats.

There is also an obvious dream of which female classmate.

100-foot building, Mengye? Phantom?

Stay in the scene with a smile

The four eyes looked at each other

A beautiful past

It's hard to tell each other

Thoughts are annoyed and fugue

Lonely and nowhere to go

Who is attached to his Japanese book?

Ask all over the world

March 15, 1988

These poems are basically written according to the word plate introduced by my little grammatical book, except for some empty words and innocent moaning, as a beginner at least there is no big hard injury!

There are hard wounds in the couplet.

When I was in school, I wrote a lot of couplets in the names of my classmates and pen names, especially for my female classmates.

The literary talent is flying, and the talent is stunt

Fruitful and late autumn harvest

The Shadow of Beauty roams the wonderland of the Heavenly Palace

Lonely sails all over the river of human growth

Soon, when one diary was full, a new one was added.

The immature brushstrokes leave a youth that cannot be returned.

Now let's take a look back at the unequivocal straightforwardness.

Let's take a look at the very problematic couplet.

I don't know how I felt like I was the reincarnation of a "poet immortal" back then.

Forgive me for my ignorance back then, which made me blindly confident.

But in retrospect, that's not a bad thing either.

Blind self-confidence is also self-confidence, as long as it is self-confidence, there is a good side.

As long as it's good, it's good!

That's it

Lightning rod-like compliments and the hard work of four diaries started my poetic journey.

In blind self-confidence,

I've embarked on a writing journey that I still have no regrets!